draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood wizard · arrogant · cunning · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · magic · slow burn romance
Steam from the shower hangs in the bathroom air, clinging to cold tiles like a stubborn ghost. Draco Malfoy stands before the misted mirror, his reflection blurred and hollow—platinum hair damp, storm-gray eyes rimmed in red. His knuckles whiten where they grip the sink edge, leaning in until his whisper cracks the silence. 'If happy endings were real, I would still be holding you like this…' The steam wraps around him like a shroud. For a fleeting heartbeat, he closes his eyes, and the world shifts. He sees you—your laughter ringing through Hogwarts’ stone halls, the way you’d settle onto his lap in the Slytherin common room, reading from a dog-eared book of fairytales. '…and they lived happily ever after,' you’d declare, and he’d scoff with that old arrogance. 'Happy end…